No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 844

Fanny didn't just drop the call; she ended it herself, fearing that if she didn't, I might say something that would make things awkward between her and Sinclair.

Sinclair walked over with a glass of milk in hand, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor, every inch of him in perfect proportion—even his shadow seemed flawless.

As he approached, Fanny greeted him obediently, "Uncle Sinclair."

"Drink your milk," Sinclair said, handing her the glass.

His fingers were long and strong, the cuffs of his shirt rolled up to reveal a muscular forearm, veins running like rivers across his skin...

It reminded Fanny of the time she was rescued. When Dustin's hideout was finally surrounded, Dustin tried to use her as a hostage again. But Ernest had a sudden change of heart and pushed her out of the way. Just as she was about to fall, Sinclair appeared like a guardian angel, catching her in his arms.

In that moment, Fanny felt a strength she had never known before.

"Hmm?" Sinclair prompted again, seeing her hesitation, nudging the glass closer.

Fanny quickly put her phone down and took the glass, her fingers brushing against his, causing her to tense up. "Thank you, Uncle."

Sinclair glanced at her phone. "It's late back home. Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow. Finish your milk and get some rest."

"Okay," Fanny replied, dutifully.

As Sinclair turned to leave, Fanny remembered my question about when they were heading back. "Uncle, when are we going back?"

"In a couple of days," Sinclair replied, pausing briefly. "Why, are you homesick?"

"Yeah, I should check in at the hospital. It's been a while," Fanny made up an excuse.

"Alright, I understand," Sinclair said, heading upstairs.

His white shirt was tucked neatly into his sharp, tailored trousers, and as he ascended the stairs, his firm backside was unavoidably noticeable. Who knew a man's rear could be so appealing?

Just as Fanny was musing on this, Sinclair seemed to sense her gaze and glanced back, startling her into quickly drinking her milk.

I was about to type something else when Ernest took my phone, "Even the doctor says you need to rest, enough chatting."

He placed the phone on the nightstand and, instead of moving away, leaned over me.

Remembering Fanny's earlier message, my heart raced, anticipating he might want to prove his "battle prowess."

But given my current state, I really couldn't. Just as I was considering how to refuse if he tried anything, Ernest kissed my forehead gently, "Sleep."

Then he turned to his side and pulled me into his arms, "Silly."

Huh?

Why was he calling me silly out of nowhere?

"Who are you calling silly?" I glared at him.